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Lyric Poem · Inspirational

The Robe Goes Back Tomorrow

by The QuillOak Editors

The robe goes back tomorrow

(it's rented, like the hall);

the cap belongs to no one —

you throw it, after all.

But what you wear off this stage

no clerk will ever claim:

the stubborn years of showing up,

stitched into your own name.

Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.

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